Abandoned Buildings - Tumblr Posts
Motivation is lacking right now, so. . . Cool pictures of abandoned places?
MY PRECIOUSSSSSSS EHEHEEEEE
ANYWASYS TYY!!! have my local abandoned barn- i wanna go in it so badly but its protected by goverment or smthin cuz wood is weak n stuff
ItS De RoUgE BaRn!11!!!!1! /j
why are barns like the #1 abandoned thing?? why cant we remake them or fix them :(
Intro Post + Boundaries
> name's Vae I'm an artistic person who enjoys collecting images. 19 years old, interested in classic horror & other tidbits of things (he/they but gender is something I don't really care about as of late.)
> in the process of writing an original story, along with dabbling in fanfic writing (none posted yet)
Tag & Emoji Guide
> tags are fairly simple, most are self explanatory. 🌙 is favorite things, 🌠is things I relate to, or to use in place of "mecore"
> boundaries: asks are encouraged but I won't delve into personal things too often âť• inbox is being strange once more, will update this when it's fixed.
> big starkid, obscure content, dead fandom, classic horror fan, & of course other fandoms. examples of which are: off (game) lies of p (also a game), electric dreams (1984), scream (1996), ai builds (arg), murder drones (youtube series) hocus pocus (1993), casper (1995), half upon a time (book series), the crooked man (rpg), andy's apple farm (game), bendy and the ink machine (game) + gravity falls (show) & many more (more interests in tags)
> some bands/musicians I enjoy: yaelorke, the crane wives, my chemical romance, whatever catches my attention
nsfw + proship dni (if you romanticize things like grooming, kidnapping, and abuse, also dni)
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Today I explored an abandoned Victorian mansion the guy filming is called Tyler you should all call him gay
Dressed up as Nina the killer and went to an abandoned building with my friend for Halloween. Here are some pics :p Tried to make it as 2012 as possible..
Convict prison, which also managed to be a psychiatric hospital
What’s up there?
Saw this beauty yesterday and it won’t get out of my head. Who are you?
It's always cold down here, a clammy dampness that gets through your shirt and freezes your skin. Pushing through the thorns and dense, broad leaves of the brushes only serves to soak through your pants and sandalled feet.
Still, 'least you won't go thirsty here. If you feel confident enough to trust this water, that is. Who knows what's leaking out of this place? You can't quite identify what it used to be. If it was a power plant, then, that's some bad juju. Strip mall? Nah. You don't have that kinda luck... but even if it was, it's not like there'd be anything left at this point. A decade and a half is a long time for anything of value to be still sitting around, rusted and waterlogged or not.
Clang.
You freeze. Ripples spread out from around your feet, trembling the surface of a small lake that covers what used to be a floor. But the sound came from above - the mist-soaked heights are indistinct, crisscrossed by vines and wires, and-
There. Movement.
It's climbing down towards you, a fleshy pink against dull girders. Long, taloned claws click along old metal. You tighten your grip on your staff, the feathers and beads on the end tinkling as your hand shudders.
It stops and tilts its head. You wrap your other hand around the beads, and stare in horror as the creature turns its head.
It... doesn't have eyes. The pale bone of what remains of a skull, but no eyes. No wonder it doesn't seem to have seen you. But that means if you make any more noise...
Scrape, scrape... it stretches its claws out, bringing itself down to eye level. Its long, sinuous body ripples with firm muscles. As it stops, it hangs on with spread thighs. Not it, you can't help but think - she.
A long snout opens beneath that skull, breath not misting in the cold air - and a long, languid tongue unfurls from behind a hundred pointed teeth, tasting the wet scents of the long-lost building. Perhaps searching for you, its intruder...
You stare, steeling your nerves, trying not to tremble even a fraction, trying not to look at the ripples spreading out from your twitching feet.
And all the while, you can't help but stare in fear... and fascination.
What... is she?
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Another Smaugust post! Today, @pencilcat's prompts say Skull, and that reminded me of this piece I got to do back in 2022. This creature came to a friend of mine in a dream, and I'm a sucker for things like that. It was so fun to bring her to life in such a way <3
An abandoned studio in Galway.
Abandoned church, North Carolina
Wasden House, Brooks County, Georgia
Old Sheldon Church Ruins, South Carolina
